Saturday, February 27, 2016

me and fen and my nephew's walrus shirt.
i remember. tusk, the song with that swinging hip high school marching band.
god that was a good song fen.
hey, where you goin?


thanks be to god it be friday. we ain't gotta pose all weekend.
we axuly like to pose, we just pertend to be annoyed.
truly? i thought you thought i was a selfish beast, making you pose for my amusement and treats you would get anyways.
nope. anyways it's all a pose, philosophically speaking, init.
how come hilde always gets to be right?
because i'm always yelling at her for scarfing junk and snow and reminding her of her weak bladder, that's why she always gets to be right.
oh. and why i gotta wear the animal? because hilde was too dignified.

you know it's not so much the evil, it's the unconsciousness.
yeah, you're right, it is so much the evil. it's that the people are evil, unconscious or otherwise, you cant just say it's a top-down world and waddaya gun do?
&whom i to talk anyways, blithely blogging on blatheringly, thinkin' i'm cute puttin' stuff on dogs heads ranting incoherently and not saving the planet from extinction.
i know, i know, i feel so guilty- doesn't that redeem me a little?
it would perhaps if you was sincere. but you jest fiddlin' on the roof while the damn house burn.
who said anything about fair anyways, he said hope, he said change, he said a lot of other shit about guantanamo and some lofty rhetoric in that nobel speechifyin', but he never ever said fair.

it's alright ma, i cast a spell on the autopilots of hyde park. axuly, dude this a.m. said man, i thought you were gonna get hit yesterday and i said, ha, i know what i'm doing (i was trying to scare her, and did, to which she responded by honking at me for almost running me over, ha) and he said i was gonna catch you if you fell. i said thanks man, i hope you're always there.

coppknot.

to every porpoise under heaven.

triangulated refuge.

it's a good thing i had a helmet.

for solar thinking.

toying wth the real.

biomorphic dolphin failure.

hmm..maybe that dinesh d'souza obomba movie was sposed to be a parody. i used, in the ironic age, i used to recognize satire.